A dream

A kind of dream I had this night,
It was so real, so bright.
I saw myself with a punky fag
And under the tricolor flag.

I heard the shooting and the din,
I saw my friends were digging in,
I saw the enemy a mile away,
Somewhere in the western lay.

And with a trident, blue and yellow,
He shot on me, another fellow.
And he was fearing, that guy,
I knew he didn’t want to die.

I saw they’re ready to attack.
The sergeant screamed: Nobody back!
Right in a moment we’ll begin!
Kick off you assers, or just win!

And then, I've got a kind of feeling,
That somebody should stop the killing,
Or something horrible would happen.
I threw away my hateful weapon,
Got out of the trench and rose,
And cried my words to these and those,
To the ours and to the others:
Stop killing, guys! We are all brothers!-
And  I was shot right on the place,
Into my back, into my face.
And I was smiling at that moment.
That’s all. Here’s a little comment:
Do me the honor, Heaven’s Lord,
To fall peacemaking with Your word,
For the idea, saint and wise.
Who falls for You, he never dies.
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